|EXPLOSIVES FOR HUNTER: A RETROSPECTIVE.|
|By Eric Gillin & Will Leitch||
|In August 2000, Black
Table editors Eric Gillin and Will Leitch drove across the country,
from the Republican Convention in Philadelphia to the Democratic Convention
in Los Angeles, to launch their political Web site IssuePaper.com
(which was, essentially, The Black Table before there was The
Black Table). Before they left, they somehow got a hold of the phone
number for one Hunter S. Thompson. They called and asked if they could stop
and see him on the way.
He said yes. (As long as they brought explosives.)
So they met with Hunter at his
Woody Creek compound and spent an evening with him and his then-assistant, eventual wife Anita, talking politics, smoking hash and stealing cigarette holders.
Hunter S. Thompson died last night, at the age of 67, of an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound. The Black Table commemorates his death by running four stories of our visit with him. (The full archive can be found here.)
Hunter, Without Prey
"Ah. This. This is a flare gun," Hunter says, loading and unloading the gun, tossing it from hand to hand. "One time, we were in the harbor and I let her rip and the whole marina comes to a screeching halt. So when you asked me, I dunno, I was just thinking about the big leagues."